Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

As "Gong Kang's" self-doubt deepened, Qin Muye felt that even if the other didn't have a mental issue, he was close to having one after all this stimulation.

The crimson had already enveloped the entire city, congealing into a fog that couldn't be dispersed.

"Success, finally success, Daluo Golden Immortal, the bottleneck that trapped me for a lifetime."

Prince's tone carried joy, the exuberance expressed fully in his corpulent body.

From the expression Qin Muye saw, he was nearly floating with elation.

But he also knew that this was merely Prince's disguise. With his current strength, how could he not adjust his physique? Such an appearance was nothing but a way to show neglect of appearance, allowing others to misjudge him based on his build.

Impressions were important, especially the first impression, and Prince just didn't care about his image, using it as a layer of camouflage.

It's always about looks no matter the era; Qin Muye, with his appearance, had never managed to pursue charm, having to rely solely on brute strength to brute force his way.

"Daluo..."

"Ahem, well, it's first come, first served, and I already reserved this thing before," Qin Muye said.

In that instant, Prince reacted instantly, a sword burst forth in his mind, striking directly towards Qin Muye.

But when it landed on Qin Muye, there was no reaction at all.

"Red Dust Dao·Wisdom Sword, you're quite talented too. I thought your spiritual beast was of the Divine Soul Path." Qin Muye pinched the sword light as if unconcerned.

Wisdom Sword was similar to Divine Soul Path, so mistaking it was understandable. Moreover, Prince's Wisdom Sword differed from Fan Hua's; Fan's was a translucent flying sword, while Prince's was like a dark sword light.

Each Wisdom Sword was unique, just as every person is different.

"It seems, my grandson must have been talking to you before." Prince looked casually unconcerned, but inside he was extremely vigilant and wary.

From the recent comparison, he could confirm that the man before him was definitely a Daluo Golden Immortal.

Otherwise, how could he have stood here so long without Prince being able to detect him?

"Are you for real?" "Gong Kang" widened his eyes, then spoke somewhat crazily, "You were lying to me just now!!!"

"Yeah, I was lying to you. I'm not your parent; why should I indulge you?" Qin Muye didn't bother with Prince but seriously spoke to "Gong Kang," who looked about to be sent away.

Hearing what Qin Muye said, in that instant, "Gong Kang" felt blood rush to his head, his sanity beginning to crumble.

The shocks he received today were too many, more than he could bear.

"Senior might not know, this Blood Sacrifice is just to help me go from the peak of a Golden Immortal to becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal, it's of no use to a senior," Prince said seriously. Though he didn't know why Qin Muye was after the Blood Sacrifice, he still explained its purpose.

The other had come here clearly aiming for something.

"I know, but I had to come. There are things, you know, beyond one's control." Qin Muye sighed, indicating he was innocent; if there's a problem, blame his original self.

With those words, Prince's expression darkened instantly, not because Qin Muye was there to ruin his plans, but because the tone suggested someone had sent him here.

His thoughts raced over the names of his brothers and sisters, finally settling on the image of his exalted father.

If anyone could compel a Daluo Golden Immortal, aside from the Spirit Emperor who was already a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, there would be no one else.

"It's my father, the Emperor, right?" Prince asked immediately.

"Hahaha~" "Gong Kang" laughed arrogantly, especially after Prince uttered that sentence. He himself had been played by Prince, his grandfather, and now his Prince grandfather was being played by the Spirit Emperor, his great-grandfather - nothing new in the royal family.

"Ah... you could say so." Qin Muye felt that since the other had already made up the story for him, it would be awkward to deny it. After all, the Emperor was already taking the blame for him.

"I do not know what my Emperor father promised you, senior, but feel free to share. Let's see if this Prince can offer a higher price." Prince wasn't stupid; he couldn't just shout that he would double it, because doubling it really wasn't enough.

With the might of the Spirit Emperor, he commanded life and death.

So the only choice was to negotiate hard.

"My life, what could be more valuable than my own life?" Qin Muye cooperated in saying, though his gaze never left the altar.

The Blood Sacrifice was down to the final step - feedback.

It was just still in the process of forming, only needing a little more time, and this time was the duration of the negotiation between the two.

"As expected, I can't afford the price," Prince Yi said very honestly. Facing Qin Muye was not like facing the weakling 'Gong Kang'; he naturally couldn't resort to petty tricks, as there was no point. The other party could easily grasp his thoughts.

"So this matter can only be discussed with the Spirit Emperor. If he's willing to let me go, I'll cease immediately; if not, there's nothing I can do," Qin Muye said, spreading his hands to show that it was all the Spirit Emperor's fault and had nothing to do with him.

"Isn't there any room for discussion?" Prince Yi still asked.

"I've already said, if you can offer a price higher than my life, I'll leave immediately," Qin Muye thought this kid just didn't know when to quit.

Looking at the other party's demeanor, it was clear he wouldn't give up.

Thus, to avoid an unexpected setback, Qin Muye decided to strike first.

"Hmm~ Suddenly I remember, it's not that there's no room for negotiation," Qin Muye abruptly changed his stance.

This action didn't relax Prince Yi's vigilance; instead, he was ready to act at any moment.

Then...

Bang~

A sound echoed as Qin Muye, without notice, moved behind Prince Yi and struck him with the Mirror Immortal.

The overwhelming force directly smashed Prince Yi into the ground, leaving only a crater.

"He should be out for three to five days, I guess," Qin Muye wasn't exactly sure about the strength of his blow, whether it was three days or five.

"Cough, don't worry, I didn't kill him. You can still have the... loving grandfather and filial grandson later," Qin Muye said to a stunned 'Gong Kang'.

"I'm a good person!"

After reconsidering, Qin Muye reiterated his identity to 'Gong Kang'.

But looking at 'Gong Kang's' expression, it seemed he didn't believe Qin Muye's words at all.

"You weren't sent by the Spirit Emperor at all, were you?"

The immobilized 'Gong Kang' suddenly came out with this line.

Qin Muye touched his cheek, asking with some confusion, "Where did I slip up?"

"Nowhere, I was just bluffing you," 'Gong Kang' revealed a smile, then said, "I'm about to die, can you help me?"

"You want me to send you off? No problem, just tell me how you want to die," Qin Muye indicated it was no trouble.

"I want to die together with my dear Prince Yi grandpa," said 'Gong Kang'.

"That's asking for two favors. Alright, what's in it for me?" Qin Muye immediately asked for a benefit, as he saw no reason to do something for nothing.

"I can complete the Blood Sacrifice ritual faster," 'Gong Kang's' words fell, and the blood-red gathering process accelerated.

Soon, within the bloody mist, a hint of golden light emerged. As the light appeared, the blood color began shrinking, seemingly compressed into the golden radiance.

"How about it, help me take out Prince Yi first," 'Gong Kang' proposed his side of the bargain.

"Of course, no problem, but you know, quid pro quo, once you're done, I'll send your grandpa on his way," Qin Muye said.

'Gong Kang' was playing tricks; each Vassal King carried the Spirit Emperor's mark, and if one died, the Emperor would not only perceive it but could also arrive immediately. By then, 'Gong Kang' could survive.

Qin Muye naturally realized this, which is why he said what he did.

"Deal!" Although 'Gong Kang' was seething with hatred, he didn't show it. At this point, it was a gamble; if he won, he lived, and if he lost, it was merely death. Despite his unwillingness, he was helpless.

When all the blood mist had turned into a drop of golden brilliance, Qin Muye reached out and seized it in his hand, while 'Gong Kang,' now useless, struggled and rolled down from the altar, crawling towards the door.

'So... how do I use this thing?' Qin Muye pondered internally on this matter, considering whether to swallow it for assimilation or if there was another method, as his true body hadn't clarified.

In the end, he could only swallow it into his stomach and see.